Today, my mind is all over the place. I can’t concentrate on any single thing; my thoughts are bouncing around like my brain is on a trampoline. And the end result–after an hour of trying to focus–is this myriad of thoughts, comments, pictures, and whatever my brain spits out.
Although it is warm where I live (88 F.) today, I was checking out the weather around the U.S.A. So many hot hot days and continual heat waves, I’m glad I’m not in those areas. To let you hot ones know I’m thinking of you, I offer you this hope for the days to come.
Reality TV is getting weirder and weirder. And yet, some of the shows seem to hook me in. For example, I was just bouncing through channels while eating a quick dinner. I came across Celebrity Rehab with Dr. Drew. I sometimes watch this show because some of the people are interesting. I’m trying hard not to be too judgemental, but Amy Fisher is such a mess. The episode I saw had her husband (who looks a lot older) really mouthing off and threatening to kill another visitor. And Amy just blubbers continually about how everyone hates her. I feel sorry for her up to a point. (Guess I would not make a good counselor.) And what started it all was a flippant comment by a guest about Amy being a Buttofuoco face shooter. Geez - WTF – and a rude cutting comment. Everyone seems to be a mess and to call on a cliché, it’s like watching a train wreck in slow motion.
After flipping channels again, I came across Tammi Menendez, wife of Erik Menendez, who along with his brother Lyle, was convicted of murdering his parents in 1989. He has a life sentence without the possiblity of parole. Now wouldn’t that be the marriage: no conjugal visits, no arguements, basically a life without the spouse. Odd, but apparently commonplace, are the number of pen pal marriages to prison inmates. Richard Ramirez (the Night Stalker) married a pen pal in 1996. I believe he is still married and awaiting appeals, etc. and an execution date.
Too many wacky people in my brain right now. I’ll jump to mosaic pictures because I just came across this one. The light shining through the glass is gorgeous.
To end this post–which has no beginning, thus no end–is a picture of my lovely boys, Oreo and Koko. They were best buds and were together with us for about 11-12 years before they both died. Can’t forget them! They both had full names and theme songs (weird huh?). Oreo James and Koko Bean. Oreo’s theme song was from the Wizard of Oz. The song the monkey guards sing: “Oh we love the old one” in that deep harmony, but we changed it to “Oreo, the old one.” Koko was a tad chubby and had quite the belly at one point. He slimmed down but still had the hanging flab that wobbled back and forth whenever he walked. So his song was Shimmy Shimmy Cocoa Pop which we changed to “Shimmy Shimmy Koko Cat.”
I certainly hope my brain settles down and I can concentrate on a single thought or two. Rocky Road ice cream is calling, so I’m off to make sure Mr. RR knows I have answered the call.